The evil spirits at the top have a lot of experience in pursuing the enemy. Novels.

In fact, it is not only for chasing, but also for assassination, but also for assassination, not only because of talent and skills, but also because of intermittent memories.

I'm an assassin.

No feelings.

Cold-blooded killing.

Based on those intermittent memories, the superior evil spirit summarized the possible "previous life" of its existence, and then... there was nothing. Except for absorbing the experiences in the memory, the rest did not affect the superior evil spirit at all.

It is still an evil spirit at the top.

Still bound by countless contracts.

Still longing for a real holiday.

Still want to bask in the sun.

As for the feelings in memory?

It does not exist.

Those fragmented memories, in the upper level, look like reading a book, and they taste the life of another person, but they will not become themselves in the end.

However, some of these experiences are really useful.

Especially with its current talent, its skills are even more powerful.

The superior evil spirit hidden in the air approached the target step by step.

The other party hid under a frozen soil.

According to the color of the soil, the upper evil spirit can determine that this is the hiding place prepared by the other party in advance.

Not only is it hidden, but it also carries many traps.

“Hide near?”

“Good choice.”

The evil spirit at the upper level commented, and then his whole body passed through the ground half a meter thick disguise and entered the other party's hiding place.

This is really too simple for the evil spirits at the top.

It's like eating and drinking water.

It looked at the other party curled up all over, as if it was hibernating. Without any anxiety, it first raised its hand and bandaged the shoulder on the other party's left waist. Then, it was the short sword placed by the other party at hand and the dagger hidden in the boots.

After all this, the evil spirit of the superior grabbed the other party and dragged it into the soil.

The sudden change caught the target who was in a special state off guard.

The strong sense of suffocation made the other party suddenly open their eyes and struggle to break free from the upper evil spirit, but it was useless. He was not afraid of the upper evil spirit attacking like this to pull the other party deeper and deeper.

It was not until the other party was really suffocated and unconscious.

He held the other party and the evil spirit at the top pulled him back to the ground.

However, not all.

The other party's neck was still in the soil.

This method of burying is already suffocating, but the other party slowly wakes up.

The other party saw the upper evil spirit who turned into an ordinary man's face at first glance, recalling the scenes that had just happened. The face of the assassin, who seemed to be amateur in the upper evil spirit, changed several times.

Then, he pursed his lips tightly.

The other party knew very well why the evil spirit at the upper level did not kill him.

But because of this, he cannot speak.

At least, you cannot speak now.

"can we talk?"

The evil spirit at the upper level spoke slowly.

The assassin buried in the soil said nothing, and even closed his eyes.

Seeing the other party's uncooperation attitude, the evil spirit at the top smiled.

"Do you know?"

"You should be grateful."

"You met me, not my boss."

"If it were my boss, you had been beaten to death by this time, and I?"

“It won’t be that rough.”

The evil spirit at the top said, and snapped his fingers like Qin Ran.

Its unique [illusion] ability directly enveloped the other party.

The closed eyes are of no use, and this even better cooperates with the superior evil spirit.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping sounded in the other person's ears, and a familiar smell came into his nose. As a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was the smell of blood.

Very fresh blood.

Step, step.

It was the sound of leather boots stepping on the blood, and the footsteps were very heavy. It should be a fat person.

Moreover, the other party is approaching.

As the footsteps approached, the smell of blood became stronger and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then, he saw a figure two meters tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hand. Behind the other party, a bad guy with his throat cut was hanging there. The blood in his throat was almost sprayed, leaving only a little blood, drop by drop. What he had just heard and smelled came here.

He looked around blankly.

This is a room without windows. There is a completely closed iron door in the distance. The walls are covered with blood and the ground is covered with flesh and blood, like a slaughterhouse.

Didn’t I just get buried in the soil?

How could it be here?

Subconsciously, he wanted to move his hands and feet.

At this time, he realized that he was firmly bound to a metal chair, and he didn't even have a chance to move.

The sound of struggle attracted the fat figure.

"woke up?"

"Don't worry, it's you right away."

While saying this, the other party shaved the hook with the sharp knife in his hand.

The hook was black, covered in cold air, and covered in burrs. As the sharp knife rubbed, sparks kept popping up.

His pupils shrank.

Because, he suddenly discovered that the hook was exactly the same as the hook that caught the corpse in the distance.

Then, before he could react, the fat figure pinched his neck and pressed it down slightly to reveal his back. He wanted to resist, but the other party's power was incredibly powerful and had no use at all.

He heard the butcher-like guy laughing grimly.

But the most harsh thing is the sound of the hook swing.

Wow!

puff!

The voice did not pause at all, showing the butcher's skill and ruthlessness. Until the violent pain filled his body, he could no longer suppress it and blurted out with a scream.

"Ahhhh!"

"stop!"

He scolded the other party, but the other party was indifferent and continued his behavior: using a meat hook to penetrate his body.

He could even feel the cold flesh hook, shuttled through his body, directly through the gaps in his ribs, hooking his spine.

At this time, he finally understood what the burrs on the meat hook were used for.

Every time the meat hook moves a little, the burrs will make him extremely painful.

When the meat hook stopped moving, his whole body was wet with cold sweat. Even if the butcher untied the chains that bound him, he could not move. He could only let the other party hang him on the iron chain on the ceiling.

Hurry!

The iron chain sounded and trembled the iron chain not far away. The unlucky guy who had lost his life turned around under the action of the iron hook, looking at him with a pair of godless eyes that had lost their glory.

Inexplicably, a hint of panic arose from the bottom of his heart.

It’s not that he has seen dead people.
To be continued...